Residential Treatment it isn't what I thought it'd be I don't know what I had in mind Perhaps a place to heal, a place to unwind
But we delve into my conciousness Past the men who toyed with me and past the things you'd done to me, further till my blood ran cold two figures a child a man my hand in his as they walk down the corridor masked by darkness I dared to cast a glance at him My eyes returned to the hardwood floor He opens the door A dark room, I'm filled with dread my stomach drops
And then it stops We're driving home back in your memory In your truck, the place where you hurt me Your vile touch Black eyes of greed Why do I feel safer, here in the arms of a predator than where that man took me?
EMDR really brings out a lot of blocked memories, it isn't easy but I've been fighting this battle forever and it's time I take my life back. It's time we all decide to live, not just survive.